*ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ

( *! think i just remembered something, i think i left the faucet running, now my words are filling up the tub. darling, you’re just soaking in it, but i know you’ll get out the minute you notice your fingers p r u n i n g up. i’m tired of being careful, tiptoe, trying to keep the water warm. let me under your skin. uh-oh, there it goes, i said too much, it overflowed. why do i always s p i l l ? )

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“Why are you so calm about this?”

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ ) 

He shrugs some. Taemin has become strangely apathetic about everything lately. It would be an understatement to say he doesn’t care anymore. He’s had more than his fair share of tasting agriculture, mistakes, and pain. Anything less wouldn’t even make him blink anymore. However he offers the other a smile of comfort– because he could at least do that. “Is there any reason to freak out? Somethings you just gotta’ endure until they’re over. No reason to overreact when it will end up the same way as if you didn’t.” He brushes back a handful of his dyed hair, eyes wandering to the other’s face. “You gotta’ have a calm mind when a storm comes– that’s what my mother use to tell me.”

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“If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?”

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ )

He laughs. It’s not that he finds it funny or even ironic but because he knows the answer already. Anyone who encountered Taemin ought to know the answer to that simple question. He wore his mistakes like a second skin and his fuck ups like jewelry. Taemin looked like the apocalypse generation. Of adults who struggle with who they are, of people speak and sound like a flock of buzzards, and those who rot from the inside out.  So what type of question was that? Was he trying to be funny? If karma were to greet Taemin, he would ultimately have to pay back for all his sins big and small. Retribution he owed t everyone he had wronged knowingly. He smiles and shakes his head some. “Karma would wreck me. So let’s hope it never catches up, alright?”

[untamedunwanted]

The people who left you did not understand how to love you. This does not mean you are unloveable. It means not everyone is equipped to handle the extraordinary.

Nikita Gill, Truths about You (via untamedunwanted)

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I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you.

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ )

Taemin is caught off guard because he knew he was being unnecessarily rude and short with the other. A headache had formed behind his temples, pulsing madly as he fought down the irritation. However he hadn’t expected the other to say anything back to him. Much less say he looks like a garden gnome as he fights back a look of embarrassment and anger. Taemin’s pride was always going to be one of his undoings as he stared, eyes narrowing dangerously into slits. “Clearly, you need your eyes checked.” He says shortly. Though in reality, Taemin did look like shit. Messy hair, dark bags looming constantly under his eyes and ashen skin all pointing to the abuse his body endures on a daily basis. “Get lost. You’re not going to like me much when I’m annoying.”

[dallivnce-blog]

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse. ( sassy hot daddy jongin for u <3

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ )

Taemin knows at times he can be overbearing and figures it’s apart of his responsibility to watch over Jongin. Though he’s not sure why him of all people who is eagerly trying to help the other if Taemin is just as messed up if not more. Lately he goes out of his way to make sure the other is eating properly, if it means bringing him lunch; he does. He makes sure the other rests often sending him ridiculous texts or shows up unexpected probably driving him crazy. Moreover, he wants to be friends like they had been in the past. So he does really want to erase all the taint in their relationship and somehow fade to something that won’t end up with both of them dead. They’re both destructive. Taemin only finds the strength to clean up his act if he can get Jongin to as well. He also expects the other to blow up on him and tell him to fuck off eventually. So it’s only a matter of time when he’s told to stop. When it comes it is no surprise as Taemin blinks as the other’s voice– wondering when Jongin’s voice had gotten so indifferent to him. “I’m not trying to be up your ass—” His voice is a lot more gentle than he intends, being had it been anyone other than Jongin he would have snapped on them. “You just make me worry, alright? Is it a crime to care about a friend? To not want to see them in a ditch somewhere? So shut up, Hyung. Just deal with it.”

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dallivnce:

                          the tired sunsets                           and  the tired people—                           it takes a lifetime to die                           and no time at all.

                                                    ✗ ✗ ✗ ✗

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Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.

ACCEPTING — ( ✗ )

His smile is all cheshire and amusement as he hears the others words, though gradually sinks into self awareness and pitiful seconds later. Of course, he did not often actively seek to make the wrong decisions because Taemin’s morality was a complicatedly fickle thing. Had he been born someone else and experienced different things then maybe he might have been less reckless and more wise. He knows half the things he does are wrong to say the least but rarely does he make any effort to anything different. “I think gradually over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at excuses.” He admits since they seem to flow from like he was a faucet of half told truths and mumbling excuses. But his faltered smile returns and he brushes it all off, “Life wouldn’t be half as interesting without a few wrongs, am I right?”

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temerairae:

Jongin looks like shit, but when does he not? His hair is a mess, not even the mess some would find attractive or adorable, just a mess. Shorts hanging from his hips, he bothers to only put on a shirt when the ring bells and he knows, oh he knows that voice. That stupid, annoying voice. It belonged to no one but Taemin, his nightmare in flesh. Two days ago, it was his sister’s anniversary and his birthday but he doesn’t care, all that mattered was mourning Eunji’s death yet once more, drink until he threw everything up and cry himself to sleep. Sweet life of Kim Jongin.

Taemin, just as him, he took no bullshit. Surely, the slightly younger male had his moments of vulnerability but then again, who did not? In the end, the teacher would keep blaming his friend for her death, nothing could change that fact. Tongue sliding over dry, chapped lips, it does take him a while to decide whether to actually open the door, but he does so. Slender body moving towards it, he barely opens up– but it’s too late to react, Taemin’s foot is stuck and he can’t really do anything about it. A long sigh falls from his lips.

“Would you please, just stop yelling? You’re going to wake everyone up.” as annoyed as ever, he moves away, giving the latter permission to get inside but Taemin didn’t need it, he did so nonetheless. “Lovely gift. Exactly what I needed. But when am I not relaxing?” eyes roll and he slams the door shut behind them. Frustrating, he didn’t want the other there. “Why are you here, anyways? You didn’t care weeks ago, why do you care now?” it’s painful, of course, Taemin was the only person Jongin could consider close to him, losing the younger’s friendship was something big for him, a pain no one could make disappear.

Taemin always wondered what would have happened if it had not ended up the way it had. Where would he be now? And how would his and Jongin’s friendship differed? He imagines the other knew from that start about his feelings for his sister. It had been apparent in everything Taemin had done, his eyes never quite leaving her. At times he wishes he had been a stronger person to hold her back from her path of self destruction or had been able to avoid feeling anything other than something platonic for her. He knows he should have visited Jongin days ago, inquired if he wanted to visit the grave together, or at least been there for him. But it’s hard showing his face around the other when he knows how heavily it weighs down on his chest still.

He remembers their friendship when they hadn’t been exchanging glares, there wasn’t tension filling to the brim, and it was comfortable. Sometimes Taemin wants it back but knows it’s impossible now. So he does what he can to be patient with Jongin because he knows the other is just hurting. And other times he wants to take his frustration out on him because he hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. He hates this all. Hates how his closest friend sometimes is a stranger who hates his gut and he walks around feeling empty drowning in self pity. Maybe he brought the beers more for himself than the other.

“You could have answered the door sooner.” He says, “Making me think you’re going to have me wait out there----- I’m here now. That is what should count. Not if I’m late or slow in arriving. You’re not the easiest person to come see, you know. I have to make sure you’re eating, you’re resting-- not killing yourself here where no one would know. When is the last time you got out?”

[toomuchtelly]

Ask Memes ;; Sass Edition

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fuckityxbye:

You can’t fight me, you’re miniature. 

Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a prostitute for a hug. 

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.

You know, it only takes four muscles to just extend your arm and bitchslap the twat. 

Congratulations on being an awful bitch who’s completely oblivious to the fact that everyone hates you. 

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse. 

I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times already. 

I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you. 

I thought I saw your face on my newsfeed but it turns out it was just a picture of a potato.

You want to walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it open for you. 

I don’t do fashion, I am fashion. 

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology. 

I’m only single because I’m too sassy for everyone.

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess. 

I think, therefore I’m single.

Life’s too short to bullshit.

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

When in doubt, freak ‘em out.

I’d rather die my way than live yours.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

It’s simple, if it jiggles, it’s fat.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.

If you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.

[dallivnce-blog]

Tagged by: nevnlights & oeciers

Tagging: no one! but open for anyone who wants to do it.

Name: Lee Taemin Nickname[s]: probably something rude. Height: 5′10  Relationship status: heartbroken. Birthday:  July 18, 1991 Favorite color[s]: Red, black, and white. Favorite singer/band[s]: DMTN, Hasley, Matt Corby & Glass Animals Last song listened: Soap - Melanie Martinez Last movie watched: X-Men: Days of Future Past Favorite book: Secret Window, Secret Gardens Last book read: Four Past Midnight Alarm clock sound: too loud. Currently reading: Rage # of siblings: - # of pets: - Best school subject: Biology Cell phone type: ZTE Current shirt color: black Gamer: yes Day or night: night Summer or winter: winter Most-visited website: not much of a computer person. Celebrity crushes: Natalie Portman

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[ *** temerairae​ *** ]

He knows of all people, Jongin isn’t going to want to see him. It’s been that way for a while. Taemin unable to hold his gaze without feeling somewhat nauseous because they share the same shade of brown expressive eyes or uneasy because Jongin has always been able to see right through him. What is more unsettling than he’d like to admit. But at times Taemin still remembers the days they had gotten along without the arguing and pity parties-- and parts of him want to go back to those times. It’s why Taemin finds himself in front of the other’s door at an ungodly hour, a few days before Eunji’s death anniversary, pack of beer in hand, and knocking quite loudly so the other cannot pretend he’s not home. He is not sure what he wants to accomplish. Them being friends like they use to? He thinks that is probably hopeful thinking knowing they were more likely to kill each other than ever get along that well again. Maybe, he just wants Jongin to visit her grave with him. But it’s not a delicate subject he can just bring up. Taemin misses her. More than he ever thought. Loving someone was hard but missing them was much harder, he realizes. She would have wanted him to make sure Jongin doesn’t get himself into trouble, help him out of it when he does, and just be there for him. “Hyung, I know you’re home. Don’t be a jack ass and open the door.” He complains through the door, shifting his weight. “I even brought you a gift.” When the door finally does crack open, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to stick his foot between the door not allowing Jongin to just slam it back it in his face. He takes the opportunity to slide through not waiting for the other’s invitation or demands of him leaving. He removes his shoes and holds up the case of beer. “Let’s drink. You look like shit and like you need to relax some.” He makes an effort to be casual, to drift back to where they had been comfortable together even if he knows the way Jongin looks at him now is with hate.

[dallivnce-blog]

                          the tired sunsets                           and  the tired people—                           it takes a lifetime to die                           and no time at all.

                                                    ✗ ✗ ✗ ✗

[angstmemes]

Deep Ass Sentence Starters

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angstmemes:

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?” “Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.” “Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?” “I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?” “I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” “Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?” “Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?” “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” “There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.” “Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?” “If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?” “I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?” “One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?” “Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” “I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.” “Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?” “Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?” “How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.” “What do you think our purpose is?” “What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.” “If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.” “If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?” “Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?” “If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?” “Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

[allmyliesarewishes]

[jag-eunyeon-in]